This has been one of the hardest weeks of my adult life. Probably made worse by the fact that it started so wonderfully:
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The very next day a dreaded text came: your father is in the hospital.
So we were all in the hospital for the rest of the week, too.
This writing prompt is so on point:
The hospital! I was born in the same one. And since my birthday had been just a few days before, my mom recounted how 41 years she was a scared young woman giving birth just down the hall. It was probably a completely different wing, but you get the idea. She talked about how grateful she was for the staff and how well they treated her, which I’m sure is helpful for a brand new mom. The staff here definitely puts the “hospital” in hospitality. They were all so damn nice and brilliant at assuaging the natural fears that bubbled to the surface.
Real aces, that squad.
You’d think this prompt would have something to do with a new PR in the gym, but I haven’t been. Instead, I’ve become a total mess of emotions and going to the gym would have been extremely helpful. But it’s hard to make time for yourself when you have a 35-mile commute and there are scary answers to be had.
Do the self-care, people!! Here’s a whole board to help:
I’ve had to surrender control. I’m completely helpless here. We all had to stand back and let the doctors do their job. Waiting is the hardest part. Recognizing there is nothing you can do but sit and wait is infuriating. But there truly is nothing to be done.
So you sit.
We filled the time with stories and bitching about this season of Game of Thrones. For my birthday I received a book called 1,000 Foods To Eat Before You Die: A Food Lover’s Life List. Because my dad and I share a morbid sense of humor, I lent it to him to review while he was stuck in bed. I told him it was his “homework.” He’d have to pick dishes that we would then prepare for him. He loved it.
And of course, picked paella as the first dish. Has anyone ever made this? It takes special equipment and a loooooong time, is my understanding. And also saffron, which is about 1 arm and 1 leg in price. Martha Stewart sprinkles it in everything, but she’s a gazillionaire.
And my dad is absolutely worth it.
Next week will be better. I have 2 days to muslin up a pair of pants for him to try on and then 3 days to finish my mom’s Mother’s Day gift. So I’ll bury myself in making…after I hit the gym!
How was your week?